Nora crossed her arms over her chest, her expression still annoyed, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Yeah," she said, her tone grudging. "I hope you don't die. It'd be a pain to find someone else like you."
Nora's words, he understood them. After all, they were from the same world.
Jolthar chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm too stubborn to die. Besides, who is gonna take care of my daughter?"
Nora grumbled as she stamped her foot on the ground.
Jolthar and Roblan chuckled seeing her reactions; at this point, he was saying all that to just tease her, and they both were enjoying it.
With that, he turned and climbed onto the drake's back, settling into the saddle with practised ease. The drake shifted beneath him, her muscles coiling like springs as she prepared to move. Jolthar looked down at Roblan and Nora one last time, his expression serious.
"Take care of the barony," he said. "I'll be back before you know it."
